HATE OF LATE (featured post)
Pointlessly
pissed by her promiscuous skills
My heart
was torn a thousand times by her endless call
Oh! I wish
my fate could simply akin to my faith
So I could
pray she stray in the light of the day
My interest
gets depressed as much as she tries to impress!
I have wished
her shapeless shadows get burrowed
Her
gladness spurs my bitterness!
Each
breathe she breath breaks me in billions folds
I’ve
reported her to several walls
On my way
back from our late night wars
My souls
already christened her a pronoun of devil
She lies
and lays and cries in her multitudinous evils
She
borrowed a billion arrows
Simply to
burrow deeper into my innocence marrows
She has my
heart inside-out like a lace
She has
successfully, smartly stolen my heart away
And now she
has eventually rife my Tartary …
I don’t
even think I’m crazy
I’m way
beyond that lately!
Written/Composed by: Alberto Okuti
To connect with him
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